Nan Yiyan transmigrates from the start into the body of an empress cast aside in the Cold Palace. On the brink of death, she binds herself to the Chinese Cuisine System.
A bowl of millet and pumpkin porridge gives the empress dowager, who had refused to eat, a hearty appetite.
With the state banquet fast approaching, a princess from an enemy kingdom makes trouble, and none of the imperial chefs can handle it.
Nan Yiyan serves up a basin of spicy boiled pork. The dish leaves the court speechless, and the enemy princess immediately bows down in admiration.
The emperor gazes at her intently. “My dear, how much else have you been hiding from me?”
The noble consort, who once looked down on her, knocks on her palace door in the middle of the night, eyes red. “Sister, could I have another plate of those pickled pepper chicken feet that make people feel better?”
After Nan Yiyan spreads Chinese cuisine far and wide, the System asks, “Would you like to return?”
But the proud emperor, who’s always been coming by to mooch meals, blocks her in the imperial kitchen. His voice hoarse, he says, “Stay. I’ll share half my empire with you, as long as you keep cooking.”
